InsaneJournal

He wasn't manipulating her, whatever Simmons said, he wasn't. Skye wanted to be here. Sitting there munching on a leftover prawn cracker, feet curled up under her next to him on the couch as he poured them another shot each of bourbon. Skye was comfortable, just as they'd found themselves so many times back on the bus before it had all gone so downhill. She'd come over because he'd been upset about Damon being taken by the seal. Upset that once again he'd lost someone he'd actually befriended. Skye who had so badly wanted for him to feel things about the people around him, people other than her. It had taken him a long time to try and even begin to break away at the walls he'd built over the years. To actually let anyone in.

And first of course it had been her, but there had been others, and only a few now remained in Lawrence. He wouldn't let the seal take her. Not her. It couldn't. He'd find a way to ensure she stayed with him, But for now, he was actually content to just have her here. Drinking with him, joking with him, telling ridiculously bad jokes with him. He'd never stop caring about her even if she was never in a place where she could return that.

"Hey, top up." he told her, passing the 3 quarter full glass back to her, before resuming flicking through the channels as she'd suggested. He didn't really do TV. "There's actually nothing on on any of the...something like 800 channels here Skye. Lets just go with music." he thought, flicking through the music choices and finally landing on some top 20 Johnny Cash songs thing. It worked.

"You're been here a lot lately, no ones giving you a hard time or anything are they?" he asked, something he probably would not have asked with less alcohol but there it was. He needed to know. "It means a lot that you're here. I just want you to be okay."